Nah, you're drained. Go back to the room.

Author Warning: This chapter contains **** use. While marijuana is legal in the author’s jurisdiction and in the setting location (Las Vegas), if it is a legal issue I can remove it.

The lights flicker in an office as 3 women count money. This would normally end badly, but the world has subtly changed for the benefit of one man, currently sleeping off an orgasm in the back of a cab.

“2900, 3000. He gave us 3000 dollars.”

“It came out of his wallet in a flash.”

“We have to keep him as a customer, we need access to that wallet.” The manager ordered flatly.

“Why don’t we just take the wallet?” countered June.

“This is Blowjob Heaven, that’s not how we do thing here! We give men good service, then we rip them off! Just taking wallet not fun.” Noted the manager.

“This is why you get a smaller cut. Pixie, I want you to go to his room, give him anything he wants tonight for free, then get him to the Green Dragon Club tomorrow at noon. We’re going to milk this cow in more ways than one.”

After your experience, you staggered through the lobby on weak legs to your penthouse. Dehydrated, you raid the minibar and pass out watching some mid sitcom.

A knock on the door wakes you up. You stagger woozily to the peephole, wondering who would disturb you at 2 in the morning to see Pixie, looking cleaned up in a wide sun hat, tight jeans, and a midriff baring camisole.

You open the door, and she steps in.

“You gave us way too much cash before, so I want to repay you. Let me sleep here tonight, you can do whatever you want, or you can just sit back and let me pleasure you.”

A smarter man would be suspicious, but you are too focused on her rose red lips to care. She enters the room and notices the empty beer bottles on the table.

“You like to party? I got some good stuff.”

She reaches into her purse, pulling out a marijuana vape before shimmying out of her jeans and shoes and walking onto the balcony. She strikes a pose in her lacy boy shorts before looking over her shoulder at you. You walk out onto the balcony as she takes a pull and blows it into the sky. Below, the pool party is still in swing, faint vibrations from the bass reaching up.

You trade pulls, before she takes a long drag, and pulls you into a deep kiss, exhaling into your mouth. You stop to cough, and when you come to your senses, Pixie is on her knees in front of you. She pulls your boxers off, and licks your penis from base to tip, drenching it all. Pixie grabs your buttocks, pulling you into her mouth.

She gets down to the last inch before hitting her limit. As you palm the back of her head, she takes a deep breath, looks into your eyes, and fully throats your penis. You stagger into a lawn chair, keeping her locked to your pelvis for the three steps. You both settle in for a slow facefuck, too stoned to push the pace.

Gluck …. Gluck …. Sniff … Gluck …. Mmmmm …. sSquelch.

Her left hand lazily snakes its way into your lap and begins massaging your nuts. Pixie moans and hums around your girth.

“Mmm, itshsogood … GLUCK … GLUCK … SLURP … yourgonnafill …. GLUCK …. Meupsomuuch … GAK…”

You return the favor, reaching down to play with her nipples, content to let this scene last forever. You pull the thin shirt up and over her shoulders, making her pout as she must take your dick out of her mouth to get the shirt off. She resumes her lazy pattern, now sticking her tongue out and licking the top of your swollen nuts on every downstroke.

You’re starting to get close when you notice hooting and hollering from below you. It looks like some of the people at the pool party have noticed your show and are recording. You are suddenly struck with a fit of anger.

How dare these people get secondhand enjoyment from my blowjobs! This is my blowjob heaven not theirs!

You react angrily, pulling Pixie off you and standing up, moving to the edge of the balcony.